We all move on some day

I am hiding in a strange house. I crouch down and peek out a front window to watch a few people (a family?) get into a car in the driveway. I am waiting for them to leave. I turn around and Grandma is standing in the round. I try talking to her and cry because I am so happy to see her. Then I notice she is talking with a slight New York accent. So it sounds like she is yelling at Grandpa. She is telling him what to do as she is holding a blouse on a plastic hanger. We are planning to take everything out of the house.